In the silent dance of twilight’s grace,
Foxes weave through the emerald lace.
With eyes aglow, they softly tread,
On paths where dreams and shadows wed.
In moonlight’s glow, their spirits soar,
Whiskers brush the forest floor.
Swift and silent, they glide with ease,
Guardians of the nightâs gentle breeze.
Rustling leaves sing a gentle tune,
As foxes play beneath the moon.
Their laughter echoes through the night,
A symphony of pure delight.
Beneath the stars, their stories blend,
A timeless dance that knows no end.
In the heart of the night, wild and free,
Foxes whisper secrets to the trees.